So, when he walks into the bathroom after having put Lila to sleep, to find Abby sitting on the edge of the bath, her fingers nimbly exploring her left breast and her gaze contemplative, he’s not prepared for the way his breath leaves him, the way his knees feel weak and the way his heart splutters in his chest, as if it can’t decide to work overtime or not at all.

I leave for Singapore in 36 hours!

Eeeeeeeek!

There had better be lots of fic waiting for me when I get home!  *glares*  :)

Anyway, before I go, I'm posting these two fics.  They're Lila ones; the first is about Kelly and Shannon, the second is about Lila's friendship with Tony!

Here we have a collection of Abby and Abby/Gibbs drabbles, one sentence fics and longer stories.  About 2,000 words in all.  The last is slightly adult but can easily be skipped.  There's some fluff, some funny stuff, some angst.  Ziva's knife throwing lessons return!

Oh!  One of them features Gil Grissom and Greg House!  I wanted to throw some Grissom into a fic, but because I don't really watch the show, couldn't do it extensively.

He heard the gravelly creak of brick grinding against brick and knew, without turning around, that Jamal Malik had opened the secret doorway.  Paula and Tony stood in front of him and he watched them turn, watched them come to the realization that by the time they reached Jamal, it would be too late.  None of that mattered in the end.  She was there for the ceremony, all in black, her hair in low pigtails.  She was the closest, and she’d always been brave.

Ok.  I have NO idea how people are going to respond to this one.  

This came about in three parts:

1.  A late-night conversation at work with a friend about sex...yeah, you don't want to know.

2. As we all know, checkout-chick really means full-time therapist.  I've been consulted on divorces, affairs, children, fathers who won't bond with their children, children who won't bond with their fathers, the fact that it's the mother's fault a child cries (simply because the mother doesn't understand the baby's needs - that had me and the next customer grinding out teeth), condoms, mothers who think their son might be gay, and now?   Pregnancy.  I have heard the woes of pregnancy my friend and let me tell you, there are more things to deal with than swollen ankles.

3. A bit too much alcohol, and here we have it.  

Sex during pregnancy.  Just because my little drunken self thought it would be a challenge.

“I mean, obviously we couldn’t have sex in MTAC, because I don’t think the Director and the tech staff would like that…except for that guy with all the tweed vests.  The point is, if nobody was in there and China wasn’t watching on the big screen, we could because we wouldn’t need anything.  Spontaneous sex.  It’s not like I can get doubly pregnant.”

Oh yeah...NC-17.

Ahhhhhh!  Michael Weatherly is in Melbourne!  My stalking skills are put to shame!  *FANGIRLS*

Anyway, this is a little something that hit me when I woke up this morning.  I don't want to say too much about it, because I don't want to give it away! 

Abby is worried about who is going to die next.

What was cause for alarm was that her report wasn’t being interrupted by stories of attaching herself to a wall with masking tape or getting her tongue stuck to the handle of the freezer; stories like that were par for the course with Abby.  Rather, every few minutes she was breaking off with a melancholy sigh and staring wistfully into thin air.

It's a surprise and hopefully funny! 

He’d seen her body prepare for death; seen her blood spill out from her and onto the pavement, into his jacket and over his hands.  He’d heard her breathing hitch and gasp and slow down and he’d stared into her eyes, eyes that had lost their focus, as the mind controlling them slipped into darkness.  Quite frankly, the warmth of her skin was something he wanted pressed against him at all times.

A big, big thankyou to all the people who reviewed this.  My appreciation knows no bounds.

“If you tell anyone that I did this, I’m going to take Bert to a dark deserted place.”

She smiled, knowing that he knew better than to mess with the hippo.  “Relax, I won’t tell anyone you’re going to strip for me.”

He raised his eyebrows.  “If you even mention that word, I’m going to take you to a dark, deserted place.”

“And do what with me?”  She bit her tongue through a smile.

He took off his NCIS windbreaker, rolled it up and pressed it to her.  She cried out and he felt something vile rise in the back of his throat.